A/N: Hey! I'm back! I have so many ideas for new stories, but I'm not convinced I am a good writer. I've read some stories lately that made me feel like "Hey, you shouldn't be writing. Leave it up to those people!" But I'm gonna try! This is the sequel Sara's Secret. I suggest reading it first; GSR all the way, baby! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. I offered Jerry everything I own but he didn't seem too interested in CDs, posters and clothes. :) :)

Sara drove silently down Henry street. Usually when she took this road, it was noisy and filled with cars. But now, it seemed that it's busy life paused after midnight.

She gently eased the car to a stop and let her arms fall at her sides.

"I told Catherine my biggest secret. Out of all of people I could have told, I told her."

Her mind swirled with thoughts.

"Maybe I shouldn't have told her. I could have told Warrick or Nick. Hell, even Greg. I could have told Grissom."

At that,she started to drive again.

"Grissom. Why didn't I think of him? He came when I got suspended. He's always been there for me. Why didn't I tell him?"

Sara turned off of Henry and onto 10th street; The street her apartment building was on.

As she turned the Tahoe off, she didn't remove her seatbelt. She didn't even remove the key from the engine. She simply laid her head on the steering wheel and sighed.

Slowly, she replayed everything that had happened at Catherine's in her head.

Flashback

"Catherine, I've never told anyone this. It's taken me all the years I've known you to convince myself I could tell you. I was a freshman in college. One night I had a late class and was walking back to my dorm by myself. I dropped one of my books and when I stood back up, a man had a gun pointed to my head and told me to get on the ground. I dropped my books and couldn't stop crying so he hit me a couple of times. That only made things worse; I started hyperventilating and the man said "Jesus, I've never heard such a whiner. Shut the hell up!" I'll never forget those words. I was so scared. And I thought he was only going to rob me. I don't know what made me think that, but boy I was wrong."

Sara sighed and kept going. "Then… he raped me. I tried to fight back but he hit me some more and I felt like something was wrong with my ankle. When he finished, he stood up, walked away from me and yelled "Hey! Guys!" I couldn't move and didn't understand why he'd said that until I heard the other men talking with him. They were talking to him when I heard him say really loud "Go ahead. She won't give you any trouble." After hearing that I propped myself up on my elbows and saw 4 other men walking towards me. I tried to get up and run but looked at my ankle and could tell it was definitely broken. Two men held me down while the other two raped. Then they switched while the two that had been holding me raped me. After they finished, they all left. All 5 of them together, laughing like old friends. I laid there, hidden by the bushes until dawn; When I finally decided I needed help. I managed to walk to the hospital on campus and told the nurse I had hurt my ankle. I never even mentioned being raped. I Just sat there while she put on my cast and thanked her when she was done. I hid in my dorm for six weeks. I had this girl that was in all my classes drop off the assignments. She even drove me to the hospital when it was time to get my cast off. I think she knew something was wrong, but just never said anything to me about it. As the weeks went by, things got harder and harder. The nightmares got worse, I had trouble leaving the dorm, and I could hardly eat anything without getting sick. I was a wreck and was too scared to let anyone help me. Then I met you decided I could trust you. But I've been working up the nerve to tell you for 5 years. I still have those nightmares and after the one tonight woke me up, I decided I couldn't hold it in any longer. Then I drove over here and well… Here we are."

Sara swallowed hard and started crying again.

End Flashback

Tears began gliding down Sara's cheeks. Her biggest secret had been revealed. The secret she had never intended anyone to hear.

And as she sat in her car, regretting exposing that part of her life, she felt as if a giant weight had been lifted off of her chest. Almost like her life had started up once again.

Sara gently sighed.

"Okay, I'll just go inside and take a nice hot bath. That'll calm me down," She whispered to herself.

But she couldn't persuade herself to lift her head up. She couldn't even convince herself she could make it to her apartment without fainting.

The lightheaded feeling had seemed to consume her, and she decided to stay where she was at.

After several moments of her head uncomfortably resting on the wheel, her cell phone began to vibrate.

Sara pushed herself up and grabbed her phone off of the passenger seat.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Sara, it's Grissom. I know you're off tonight, but I need your help. Warrick's wife got sick and I'm short. If you're busy-"

"No, no. I can come in. What's the address?"

She jotted the location down on a napkin from her favorite diner and started the car once again.

At The Crime Scene

Gil sipped his coffee as he waited for Sara to arrive. Sure, he could have handled the scene himself. After all, it was just a robbery and he had mastered what to collect and dust at a robbery scene long ago.

But he needed to see her.

More or less, he wanted to see her. But he couldn't just invite him over to his house. He was thankful Brass had phoned him. Now he had an excuse to call her.

A smile spread on his face as her black Tahoe pulled up. But as she stepped out of the vehicle, he noticed something different about her.

She normally walked with pride and with a straight back. Now she was slightly slouching, causing her to resemble a female hit man.

"Hey," Sara smiled. She was happy to see Gil.

"Hey. You okay?" He asked. The words just shot out of his mouth without his brain giving them any thought.

Sara pulled at her shirt as she replied "Yeah, I'm fine. So, what do we have?"

Grissom smiled sheepishly.

"A robbery."

Sara looked confused.

"A… a robbery? You called me on my night off for… a robbery?" A giggle escaped her chapped lips.

Gil ran his hand through his hair. He should have known better; He couldn't just call her whenever he needed to see her. It didn't look very professional.

"Well, I thought maybe you were bored. And I was kinda lonely. So…"

Sara nodded knowingly.

"It's okay. Shall we?"

She carefully clicked off a few pictures of the open cash register. Then a set of foot prints on the floor that looked like boots.

"Video surveillance?"

"Hmm?" Grissom replied. He hadn't been listening; He was too busy trying to think of a way to ask Sara out.

"Does this store have video surveillance?" She repeated.

"Um, I think so. Let me go check with the manager."

Sara hadn't really cared about the video; She had felt Grissom eyeing her and it had been making her nervous.

"Yes, there is video. But the camera that covers the registers apparently 'broke' two days ago."

Sara scoffed.

"Yeah right. 'Broke' is code for Inside Job."

Grissom smiled as he pulled out a fingerprint brush from his kit. Sara was funny, smart and beautiful. What more could he want?

Sara continued taking pictures as Gil fingerprinted the parts of the register she had already photographed.

He loved working with her. Even when she was emotional, she was one of the smartest women he had ever met.

"But tonight," He silently noted. "She's different. She's distant She's still beautiful and smart, though."

Sara gently set her camera on the black conveyer belt. She pulled out her flashlight to look at the belt. It had stains of various grocery items; Milk, gravy, broken eggs. She glanced up at Gil as he lightly dusted cash register drawer.

She smiled at him as she thought "Gil, I love you."

Gil grinned as he muttered.

"Sara, I love you."